creativity MONTH
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Very bare bones start. I was thinking about writing a book or maybe a comic. i just made the general idea for the prelude
God came down to the earth once in the early days of the world. There he encountered people who did not truly believe god existed despite the countless miracles. While wandering God saw a man meandering by, God then approached the man, who was wandering down a beat up path, God said to the man "when will you, and the rest of my children see?" the man, complexed, takes a closer look at the man talking to him, all of a sudden he drops to his knees. For he has just realized who stood before. He wept with joy and fear at the feet of God, the man said,
"I had not known it was you o lord, forgive me"
"fear not child, I hold no illness over your head" said God. God then repeats his question
"what must i do to make the people see? that i am true, the one who resides over the heavens and all beneath it?"
The man is too shocked to respond. Then God proposes this,
"I'll make a dominion, a place where all can come and revel in my glory. Child, make me a building grander than anything on the earth, have it be able to accompany at least 20,000 people. It will serve as a link between me and my children, a covenant that I am always listening."
The man agrees, but he asks
"lord how shall i get this done? i am but one man"
God then replies
"I will send you a worker, a best friend, a brother, a father, I will send an angel. A being of my creation meant to aid you and your endeavor"
God then departs the earth to heaven before the man could respond. While in heaven god collects some golden powder and blows it into the wind. The wind then carried it down to the earth. Once upon the earth the gold took shape. It turned into a man, 7 ft tall 2 sets of arms and 3 sets of teeth. Once formed the angel declared himself Elkabbalah. Once formed and settled in, the angel, Elkabbalah, quickly got accustomed to the earth's culture. Elkabbalah also grew quite close to the man god first met, who is named Hatmadah. Together Elkabbalah and Hatmadah built the grand chamber for God. Because so many saw the endeavor to create this(And the crazy looking angel) their faith in god was restored. They then started gathering in this building whenever they needed to commune with God. Eventually this would lead to the regular worship of God in this building, so therefore it was decided it be called the Grosskirche. The influence of God spread all across the world and people came from all over just to be able to enter the Grosskirsche. A hundred or so years passed by like this, very uneventful and calm, slowly the whole world started to believe in God, and Judaism became the dominant world religion. Then suddenly the archangel Gabriel burst through the cathedrals doors, surrounded by flames he bellows to the popes, Hatmadah and Elkabbalah,
βMichael the archangel has died. He died in a fierce battle between him and the demon Abaddon. God has so declared that βAs Michael was the main protector of the earth and its inhabitants, the earth has been left defenseless. So I, God of the heavens, entrust the safety of the earth to you, the church.β Do not be afraid, for the lord has not abandoned humankind. He has entrusted his power to the people of the Grosskirche, so that whoever believes, truly believes in him can channel his power through their soul in order to combat the countless demons encroaching the world.β
This news spread quickly across the earth. Hatmadah and Elkabbalah were left in shock, but not dismay. For they knew that their plight was not lost. -
drew some character art for the mc who hasnt been introduced yet
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@mbcool it's creative when no one else has done it before
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@TPlacella your ai slop bores me and you are not original for posting it
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I'll post my portrait I'm doing after I finish it
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"Fuck," the young man said to himself. "Fuck my complete and total everlasting strife." He kicked a rock across the road and watched it clatter across the asphalt. Strife was right. There was no one, he reckoned, no one in the entire world, who was suffering as much as he was in this very moment. "All my life has been good for what?" He wasn't sure who the question was directed to. God, maybe. But God was a big crock of shit. "A crock of shit," he answered in the absence of a reply.
Maybe he should just punch himself in the face, he thought, maybe do it a lot. Come home with a face full of big fucking welts and not explain them to ma and pa. Maybe he should eat rocks and fucking die with a belly full of rocks like some big stupid cow. He thought he read something about how cows would eat rocks and the rocks would just stay in their stomachs, churning around and clacking like big rocky coins in a big slow laundry machine. That was what separated humans from animals, he thought. Whether you were dumb enough to literally eat rocks. He snorted. Animals were retarded as hell.
There was nothing to do in his stupid ass town and there was no one interesting within 2000 miles. Everyone was cattle and had rocks for brains, and he would be better off if he were born insanely rich in the rich part of New York City, or maybe if he were part of an oil family in Dubai or something. Then there would probably still be a bunch of stupid people but at least he could give them the finger while driving an expensive car really fast. Then he could rev the engine of his expensive car so loud that they couldn't hear him shouting FUCK YOU at them while giving them the finger.
But he had no expensive car and was not a member of a rich family. Instead he lived like some total normal loser who did loser stuff and worked a loser job and married a girl who was not a model and maybe even sort of fat and cooked big slop that everyone on the internet would make fun of, and plus she would probably cheat anyway, and then he would lose his job to AI and live on state welfare until they forced him to fight in a war where he got blown up by a Russian FPS gamer child prodigy who was Ender's Gamed into drone piloting. He could see it all so clearly he could throw up.
"I deserve to have slaves," he declared, picking up another rock and rolling it between his fingers. "I deserve forty or fifty slaves." He threw the rock as hard as he could at a tree; it bounced off ineffectually. Whatever. He turned around and started walking home. The sunset was pretty, he guessed, but it would look better if there was an aurora or something.
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"Fuck," the young man said to himself. "Fuck my complete and total everlasting strife." He kicked a rock across the road and watched it clatter across the asphalt. Strife was right. There was no one, he reckoned, no one in the entire world, who was suffering as much as he was in this very moment. "All my life has been good for what?" He wasn't sure who the question was directed to. God, maybe. But God was a big crock of shit. "A crock of shit," he answered in the absence of a reply.
Maybe he should just punch himself in the face, he thought, maybe do it a lot. Come home with a face full of big fucking welts and not explain them to ma and pa. Maybe he should eat rocks and fucking die with a belly full of rocks like some big stupid cow. He thought he read something about how cows would eat rocks and the rocks would just stay in their stomachs, churning around and clacking like big rocky coins in a big slow laundry machine. That was what separated humans from animals, he thought. Whether you were dumb enough to literally eat rocks. He snorted. Animals were retarded as hell.
There was nothing to do in his stupid ass town and there was no one interesting within 2000 miles. Everyone was cattle and had rocks for brains, and he would be better off if he were born insanely rich in the rich part of New York City, or maybe if he were part of an oil family in Dubai or something. Then there would probably still be a bunch of stupid people but at least he could give them the finger while driving an expensive car really fast. Then he could rev the engine of his expensive car so loud that they couldn't hear him shouting FUCK YOU at them while giving them the finger.
But he had no expensive car and was not a member of a rich family. Instead he lived like some total normal loser who did loser stuff and worked a loser job and married a girl who was not a model and maybe even sort of fat and cooked big slop that everyone on the internet would make fun of, and plus she would probably cheat anyway, and then he would lose his job to AI and live on state welfare until they forced him to fight in a war where he got blown up by a Russian FPS gamer child prodigy who was Ender's Gamed into drone piloting. He could see it all so clearly he could throw up.
"I deserve to have slaves," he declared, picking up another rock and rolling it between his fingers. "I deserve forty or fifty slaves." He threw the rock as hard as he could at a tree; it bounced off ineffectually. Whatever. He turned around and started walking home. The sunset was pretty, he guessed, but it would look better if there was an aurora or something.
@octo fkn love this
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@TPlacella said in creativity MONTH:
@mbcool it's creative when no one else has done it before
I'm not even gonna respond to this. Just gonna let all the downvotes speak for themselves.
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was a busy day today. Thats a lie i worked on a snow fort cause i just got hit by a blizzard. my hb coming over tomorrow to help me finish it lol. ill send that once its done tomorrow. for now i made this little shit
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I made a low quality TAS on Alpha Nonane by Nitro (you can watch it by going to the play section of the sidebar). kinda sloppy in sections but it's something I've never done before and I'm happy with it
Love how good frapp is for making stuff, both tracks and ghosts 
wish I had more time to participate in this month of creativity. Everyone's making such cool stuff 
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"Fuck," the young man said to himself. "Fuck my complete and total everlasting strife." He kicked a rock across the road and watched it clatter across the asphalt. Strife was right. There was no one, he reckoned, no one in the entire world, who was suffering as much as he was in this very moment. "All my life has been good for what?" He wasn't sure who the question was directed to. God, maybe. But God was a big crock of shit. "A crock of shit," he answered in the absence of a reply.
Maybe he should just punch himself in the face, he thought, maybe do it a lot. Come home with a face full of big fucking welts and not explain them to ma and pa. Maybe he should eat rocks and fucking die with a belly full of rocks like some big stupid cow. He thought he read something about how cows would eat rocks and the rocks would just stay in their stomachs, churning around and clacking like big rocky coins in a big slow laundry machine. That was what separated humans from animals, he thought. Whether you were dumb enough to literally eat rocks. He snorted. Animals were retarded as hell.
There was nothing to do in his stupid ass town and there was no one interesting within 2000 miles. Everyone was cattle and had rocks for brains, and he would be better off if he were born insanely rich in the rich part of New York City, or maybe if he were part of an oil family in Dubai or something. Then there would probably still be a bunch of stupid people but at least he could give them the finger while driving an expensive car really fast. Then he could rev the engine of his expensive car so loud that they couldn't hear him shouting FUCK YOU at them while giving them the finger.
But he had no expensive car and was not a member of a rich family. Instead he lived like some total normal loser who did loser stuff and worked a loser job and married a girl who was not a model and maybe even sort of fat and cooked big slop that everyone on the internet would make fun of, and plus she would probably cheat anyway, and then he would lose his job to AI and live on state welfare until they forced him to fight in a war where he got blown up by a Russian FPS gamer child prodigy who was Ender's Gamed into drone piloting. He could see it all so clearly he could throw up.
"I deserve to have slaves," he declared, picking up another rock and rolling it between his fingers. "I deserve forty or fifty slaves." He threw the rock as hard as he could at a tree; it bounced off ineffectually. Whatever. He turned around and started walking home. The sunset was pretty, he guessed, but it would look better if there was an aurora or something.
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i got carried away writing this, enjoy
Today I walked through my neighbourhood in the awkward period between night and dawn, when the sky is slowly, painfully shifting from inky black to the deepest shades of blue, both dark enough that it is difficult to see yet not dark enough that stars are visible anymore. Itβs a shade Iβve seen few times in my life, and I basked in the opportunity to enjoy this rare moment.
Unfortunately, there were no people sharing this moment with me on the footpaths, but many β even at this ungodly hour β did from the comfort of their cars. Cars might be an understatement, however, given their ever-enlarging size, absurdly suited for the conditions of suburbia as they are. Their obnoxiously and unnecessarily bright lights cut through the darkness with enough energy to penetrate even the Mariana, blinding me and polluting the dawn sky. Even out of view I could not escape the clutches of these tanks, acting as a constant audial backdrop to what should have otherwise been a rare, silent moment. It soured my mood immensely that I can never truly know the concept of silence for as long as I live in a city.
Trying to push the thought from my mind I continued my aimless, lonesome journey deeper into my suburb. I watched with a strange sense of pride as the sun gathered its strength and broke free from the shackles of the night, painting the sky in beautiful spatters of light purples, rich oranges and deep reds. Magpies, miners and larks tried their best to herald this beauty to the world with a rich fanfare of song, but only I were their audience. It put a smile on my face, nonetheless, that these different species of birds β numbering about a dozen β got along well-enough, even for a moment, to sing together and presumably break their fast. My smile faded as, down the road from the park which the birds had chosen as their amphitheatre, sat an outdoors cat. I cursed its owner with every fibre of my being, and I imagined for a moment indulging in my anger and writing vicious letters for the entire street, warning them of the danger cats pose to our native wildlife and how selfish and evil they are to allow such an animal to roam free. Instead I sighed, and continued on.
I stopped at the intersection between two major roads, sheltered by an ancient, massive gum tree. Under its vast canopy of leaves I stood, enjoying the sounds of a light autumn breeze gently stirring its boughs, waiting for the lights to signal I could walk across without being another victim of a tank-Ute. I was fortunate as the traffic lights protected me, but a kangaroo did not share in my luck, its corpse dragged to the side of the road some few hundred meters away from the intersection. I see things like this almost daily, however, and I barely even register its deformed, bloody state as I crossed the road and decided to end my journey at a coffee shop.
A tired barista flashes me a smile and asks how Iβm going as I put in my order. Handing over my card, I smile warmly.
βLiving the dream! Itβs a beautiful morning.β
Indeed it was. In many ways my morning was just another ordinary, beautiful day in suburbia, not so unlike many before it. But just barely different, barely worse. Still, it is also barely better than what it will be in a year. And another year. And another.
Because the sound and lights of bigger and bigger cars will drive off more and more wildlife. The cat will kill tens, if not hundreds of native wildlife in its own short existence, to the complete ignorance of its idiot owners. Statistically there will be dozens of more outdoors cats just like it that I didnβt see, also without a belled-collar to at least give the poor magpies even the smallest chance of survival. More and more kangaroos will die as more and more people move to my city, clogging our roads. To account for this more infrastructure will be developed, polluting the sky with more light and fumes, further passively poisoning mornings like the one I just hadβ¦
There was a land where summer skies, were gleaming with a thousand dyes. And grassy knoll and forest height, were flushing in the rosy light. But above all is human might β Australia! -
Im ngl guys the favourite part of my day atm is opening this thread and seeing the huge variety of creative pursuits people have been sharing. puts me in such a great mood and makes me super proud to be part of this community, yall are all super talented. yesterday's creation and today's creation will be posted later today by me
